The Wistful Witness
The key is heavy in your hand, cold iron biting into the palm, and the stone walls of Blackwood Fortress press in on you like a closing fist. You are Elias, warden of the lower vaults, and for the past six hours you have been searching for the Silver Crown, a relic stolen three nights ago by a ghost that no one else believes exists. The Captain’s orders are clear: recover the Crown or be...
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